Dul
115. Friend's Visit

“Budhe Tini!” peeking Ibrahim from next to the Sejah.

Sejahide instantly shut Ibra's mouth. “Do not scream. Dad just slept. Kasian ...,” whispered Sejah to Ibrahim, then kissed the cheek of the boy who was very similar to him. Ibra's hair is the same as Mima's. Curls. “Labor?” tanya Sejah to Tini who was walking nearby.

“Just worked, Jah. Excuse me at noon for wanting to see your Mas. Waiting for Mas Wibi. Still in Surabaya,” explained Tini, put the package on a small table then sat next to Dul replacing Mima.

“Eat, Budhe ..” greet Dul while putting down the spoon and grabbing Tini's hand to shake hands.

“Eat Dul, eat, Son. You know your own Budhe this don't need to talk about it.” Tini looked down at Dul. “Ckckck .. The higher, the more handsome, the more charismatic, the more charming the child mbarepnya Bu Colored. So curious what rich candidate,” said Tini.

“So to the candidate to say,” said Dul with a very slow voice.

“Ya, yes. There must be a lot of curious. Not just Budhe.” Tini patted Dul's arm slowly. His gaze then turned to Colored. “Mas-mu, kok, could be an accident, Jah? Though using the big motor has been many years,” said Tini, glancing at the bed Bara.

“There is an angkot speeding in front of Mas Bara, Tin. Because it's malem may also be a bit dreamy. Sleepy. The cargo suddenly, Mas Bara ngerem too, but slipped. Fortunately there are no bumping people,” clearly Colored.

“Pasti Mas Bara tastes rich in dreams. It happened quickly and suddenly he was on the asphalt. So the keinget era in the village never fell while riding a motorbike. Luckily I was wearing a helmet. The road was a bit wet at the time. Suddenly I was lying on the side of the road. I opened my eyes, but it was all dark. I was crying, Jah. I thought it was dead. Apparently my helmet is upside down. Since then I've been traumatized for not riding the bike again." Tini sighed with a concerned face.

Dul who had finished eating and listened to Tini's story seriously sighed. Since long ago, the end of Tini's story was always unexpected.

“When to leave again, Dul?” ask Tini.

“Front month, Budhe,” Dul replied.

“Would you meet your friends? Robin.eh, speaking of Robin I remember, Jah. Robin's mom asked for a video call that I'm here. Let's call him in a minute. He said if the phone went straight to you he liked to be confused about what to say. Strangely enough Mamak the Robin,” said Tini, pulled out his phone and directly contacted Mak Robin with a video connection. After waiting for a while, the video call was connected.

“Halo? Huh hello? You have it Tini?” ask Robin from across the street.

“Not. This is Tini's qorin genie, Mak,” Tini replied.

Dul and Mima looked at each other chuckling.

“Ah, that's right you,” Mak Robin said again.

“This Tini, Mak. So, who else? Your face, what, burem, Mom? Use hape what is this?”

“Ah, burem cypress? It's my most patent yet. What's burem,” sergeant Mak Robin.

“Means not his hape,” says Tini, giggles. “This Colored, Mak. Colored healthy. That's Mas Bara sleeping again. This is Ibra, this is Mima's most beautiful. The last Air Force officer candidate.” Tini pointed her phone at each of the names of the people she mentioned.

As the phone arrived in front of Dul, suddenly the voice of someone other than Mak Robin was heard.

“Woi! Kedan! How are you doing? Aih, makjang .. long for me to be like you. Where's situation? Aman?" Robin managed to hijack his mother's cell phone in time.

(Sedan: Close friend/sohib)

Dul gasped and laughed out loud.

“Good news, Bin. Next week we meet the Son, yes. Promise to buy yesterday cancel continues,” said Dul. His hand grabbed the phone Tini had thrust at him.

“Iya. Come on.come. Dah bored my time at home—”

“More bored I saw you at home. You're bored anyway. Yes, sana! You call Dul use your phone. Don't cut off mamak-mamak.” conversations

Dul stood up from the sofa because he saw Bara woke up and his hand grabbed the table on which there was a glass filled with water.

“Let me takein,” said Dul, setting the bed to a slightly upright position and thrusting water on the Bara.

After gulping down his water, Bara realized there was another figure in the room. “Yes, geez .. there is Budhe Tini,” he said.

“Iya, Mas. Budhe Tini. Pakdhe Wibi has not been able to see because it is still in Surabaya. He sends greetings. May his father Mima recover quickly, yes,” said Tini.

“Still, Tin. Greetings Mas Wibi,” Bara replied.

“Oh, yes. I forgot to talk. Congratulations also for Dul has successfully passed all the stages of his selection. I'm gonna wear a uniform soon. Yeah, right, Dul? Budhe so remember our Mbah advice from the uncle party in the village,” said Tini, looking at Dul who was very serious looking at him.

“What is it, Budhe?” ask Dul.

“Budhe didn't hear his advice for sitting near the speaker,” replied Tini, giggling.

“Gosh .. Budhe …. Why so make emotions ...,” Bara said. Then he laughed.

“The end of this Dul is too serious. Gemes me. There will certainly be many girls who are curious about Mas Dul.”

“Don't do that, Budhe. Don't be a girl first,” said Dul with a reddened face.

Bara and Sejah exchanged glances with a terculum smile. Dul glanced at his parents and blushed again as Mima played both eyebrows while looking at him.

“Where to fill the side dish that you want to bring for Uti? I'm going there now,” said Dul finally.

Sejah stood up and grabbed the branch that had been lying on the table since. “Some of the same Uti anyway that is in here all healthy menu. Ask Uti to eat a lot, yes Dul. If you need to wait until Uti eats. Lately Uti ate it a little. Said he was full and kept carrying.” Sejah handed a bushel filled with plastic containing fruit on Dul.

“There are other messages?” ask Dul.

Sejah approached Dul to tidy up his son's t-shirt. Looking at the tall Dul looming from top to bottom. “Udah handsome. Don't forget to smile and don't let me slip that I'm here. Said you came alone in a taxi. Many conversations with Akung, yes.” Colored then satisfied.

“I go first. Third floor, right, Ma?” ask Dul to make sure. Sejah nodded. “Yeah, I live first .. Budhe, send greetings to Banyu and Bumi, yes. Later I play home,” exclaimed Dul in front of the door.

“Take Robin when you play at home, Dul!” tini Sahut.

Dul nodded. He hid his smile because he remembered the incident some time ago when Robin was surprised by the presence of Tini from behind the walls of the house. Robin says it's still trauma to meet Tini.

Not until ten minutes, Dul has arrived in front of the nursery of Mr. Wirya. Three times knocking on the door, he was greeted with a woman with glasses perched on his nose. The woman's eyes immediately glazed over.

“Why just came now? What is the same as Akung?” asked Bu Yanti, directly hit Dul and cried.

“Bu .. prospective officers are guests of Father. Should have been told to go in first. If nothing has been weeded, later want to chat also not good,” exclaimed Mr. Wirya from his bed.

Bu Yanti let go of her embrace and wiped away the tears. “Now there have been many more talk, Dul,” turned towards Mr. Wirya. “Sound dad?” whispered Bu Yanti.

Dul nodded. “Sehat,” sahut Dul.

To Be Continued